A Condemned Haven

Chapter 42

Clarke woke up with Jack's arm slung over her stomach and her back pressed into his chest. His very bare and very hard chest. It made her cheeks redden as she thought about their slightly compromising position. It was comfy, there was no doubt, however, it was like lying next to a mini furnace. The sun shining through the window and beating down on her head wasn't helping either. Sweat had yet to appear, but it was most certainly coming. She had to wiggle her way out before it grew too uncomfortable. Jack was not letting her go, however, because whenever she made any movement he just held onto her tighter. It didn't help that his injured arm was the one slung over her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Also wiggling to much would probably hurt his stomach wound. It was shocking that he was even pressed so closely to her without hurting himself.

She shook him, calling his name gently as to not frighten him. All night he had been tossing and turning from nightmares, which had only stopped about two hours ago. He grunted at her as she continued to whisper his name. A smile fell upon his face as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. It tickled her slightly as she tried not to giggle too loudly. She turned so that she could look him in the face and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, which he was happy to return.

"Morning." His voice was as deep and sexy at it had been in the hospital yesterday. Clarke could get used to waking up to that every morning. Pause. She was getting way ahead of herself. It freaked her out a bit that she had even thought that.

He kissed her again on the lips, before traveling to her cheek, then to her neck. He nibbled on her ear for a moment, sending shivers throughout her body. Scratch that, she could definitely wake up to this every morning. She whispered out his name and could feel him smile against her skin as he continued to caress her neck with kisses. He found a particularly sensitive spot, making sure to pay extra attention to it as he gripped her hips. His hand slid from her waist and snuck under her t-shirt. She could feel him quickly approaching her bra strap. He paused there though, careful not to push any boundaries.

A newfound boldness rushed through her as she suddenly turned him over, straddling his legs. She ran her hands down his bare cheat and could feel Jack physically tense. She was getting dangerously close to somewhere they both weren't ready for. It didn't stop her from feeling every dip and curve of his chest. Their kisses grew more feverish as she found her way back to his lips. She trailed down his neck, only letting her hormones guide her at this point. She stuck kisses down his chest.

"Shit Clarke," he mumbled as he grabbed the back of her head and brought her back to his lips.

Neither of them cared about their morning breath. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth and felt him groan and he pushed her lips impossibly closer to his. His hands gripped at the ends of her shirt, begging to take it off. He wanted to look at her. She stopped kissing him just long enough to let him take her shirt off before quickly returning. He roamed her stomach and back while he caresses her tongue with his.

He flipped them over so that he was in between her legs. In the process of the flip he ground his hips into hers, both of them letting out a groan of pleasure. He separated from her and kissed down the valley of her breasts and to her stomach. It felt like everywhere he kissed was fire, fueling the furnace. She arched her back as He was quickly approaching her waist, but he respected her space as he traveled back to her lips. He ran his hands from her waist up her sides and to her face, sending shivers through your her entire body. He was driving her insane and she could tell that she was doing the same to him. She could feel it. It didn't scare her because they were on the same page. They were only wrapped up in each other, the outside world be damned.

Until it felt like the record scratched when they heard Jack's mom call his name. Shit. It felt like someone had just threw both of them into a cold shower as they separated from each other like they were on fire. Being caught by his mom was not on the top of her list of things to do today. Clarke had managed to sit up and throw her shirt back on and sit next to Jack as soon as his mother opened the door. She knew her cheeks were flushed, and it didn't pass by his mom as she walked into the room. Jack had sat up and dived under the blankets to hide his very obvious problem. If it weren't due to her she would've found it very comical.